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“Sleep tight, buddy.” She looked down, and I realized she must have been talking to the invisible man.

There was fighting, and gunfire popping from outside the walls of the building. We needed to get out there to help the others.

“I’ll get dressed; you go,” Lilith told me and then started stripping.

“Can you do that in there?” I asked her while nodding toward the cell. That way no one would see her body.  That was for my eyes only.

“Aw, my Star is all protective of my virtue. There is hope for us yet!” She grinned big and took her bag into the cell to change.

I waited until I heard the zipper of her pants zip up before racing out to see Draco walking down the hall to the stairs in the back.

“I’m coming with you,” I told him, and he just nodded. Lilith walked out of the room a few seconds later wearing black pants, her combat boots, and nothing but her bulletproof vest covering her chest.

“You’re going to freeze to death. Jesus.” I rubbed my hands down my face and turned around to follow Draco, ignoring her bright fucking smile at me stressing over her.  She was a grown woman; she knew what she was doing. I guess.

At least that was what I kept telling myself as Draco and I ascended the stairs to the second floor.

There wasn’t a door at the top, but one man that stood in the way of the chaos that was happening in the large room before us.

Emanuel looked at Draco, then me, and gave us a polite nod.

“I do hope you won’t find me rude for cutting out of here and not sitting to chat. But we are running out of time.” He nodded toward the table on the right by a window.

There was a small box with numbers lit up. They were counting down.

“Yes. It’s a bomb. But like I said, I have to run, busy schedule and all.  Julian will see to it that you are kept entertained.” Emanuel’s politeness was very dickish to me, and I knew all about that.  There was nothing in the room right now except for computers and some metal tables with wires. It looked like they had been doing the experiments, like Rose had told me about. But there wasn’t anyone here right now. Just Emanuel, this big dude in front of us, and an empty medical room.

“Leon.” Draco looked at me, and I read what he wanted in his eyes.  Big dude was mine. I looked the man over, from his boot-covered toes, up his bodybuilder-like chest, to his black hair and mean face.

“Roger,” I told him, and faster than he could have seen, pulled my hand back and fired a punch right to his face. But it connected with nothing but air. What the fuck?